Five days into the new year. That’s all the Redneck family lasted before suffering an incident. After all 2014 went so well; what could have possibly happened? This is the story of how GranolaGirl had to break a leg to get the homeschool of her dreams.
We don’t get snow very often in Tucson, but nearby Mt. Lemmon boasts the most southerly ski area in the United States, the town of Summerhaven, and ample opportunity to do some sledding. Some opportunities must never be wasted, so GranolaGirl decided to take the boys sledding.
One step to walk across an icy road to get some pictures of the boys and … down she went. After driving herself down the mountain, then calling me at work, and three hours in urgent care we find out it is a broken leg… her right one… just above the ankle. Honestly, I don’t know how she managed to drive.
Doc said she must stay off of the leg for six weeks in order to avoid surgery. No Driving!?!
Naturally, this put a crimp into everything. You never realize how dependent a family is on something as simple as driving across town. Latin class, art class, book club, sports, and other activities? Nope. No can do.
I have to admit, at first there was a considerable amount of apprehension. Work, home, shopping, school… how would we manage if GranolaGirl is basically immobile. First order of business? Fill the freezer! … Now what?
Mobilize the troops! That’s right, teach the boys about a few extra chores to just make daily life function. Dishwasher, cooking, vacuuming, dusting, bathroom cleaning, extra laundry (the boys have been doing their own for the last several years). As expected, the boys complained at first, but within about a week things seem to be operating smoothly, which is a good things since my days at the “bomb factory” tend to be quite long and the extra travel requirements getting the kids and GranolaGirl where they needed to be has been exhausting.
Kind of makes one want to “volunteer”… you know, “checking for duds.”
Surprisingly, the second week went so smoothly that GranolaGirl quipped, “I had to break a leg to get the homeschool of my dreams!” Something about the extra chores and just stepping up to plate made everything else move more smoothly.
On one of the days I had to take GranolaGirl in for additional X-rays, we came back home a couple of hours later to find that the dishwasher had been emptied and reloaded, Primo had eaten breakfast, dressed, and finished his math assignment. Even while Secondo was still in shock, sitting at the breakfast table staring vacantly into his cereal, the whole week seemed to come together.
Secondo normally is very difficult to motivate, yet has been voraciously reading Harry Potter (while sitting on the sofa upside down), completing his math while laying on the floor and singing the problems. He was even paying attention to his history lessons!
No fits, no flipouts, no gnashing of teeth.
I think what GranolaGirl found was a rhythm to the day that could be executed from the sofa. It is actually quite impressive when you think about it.
So here we are, about eight weeks later. The hard cast and air cast are memories, GranolaGirl is mobile (mostly), and even Secondo completes his mathematics work in record time. In fact, both boys complete their work a little faster and have had more time for playing and have been plowing through a Minecraft modding course, learning Java.
Strange, isn’t it, how great possibilities come from what initially appears to be an obstacle?